.." Not a problem! I can teach anyone!" and..." Ken thought he would have to admit the truth, or something close to it. "Well, I'm so embarrassed abou... my figure. I'm so scrawny."Sarah looked at Ken, with sympathy. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Your figure is standard issue Russian ballerina. Did you ever notice how gawky they are when not on stage? Your movements are not graceful, perhaps, but we'll work on that. Now here, I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer, so you might just as well give. That’s when she noticed Jason pull starting the engine on his mower. Jeanne had seen him before…but never when she was this turned on. Jason’s blond curls and muscles suddenly were all Jeanne could see. She frantically pulled her jean shorts off and pulled her boy shorts down around her knees. Jason started mowing the lawn. Jeanne started stroking her pussy, sliding her fingers along her lips, dipping them into her cunt, tapping her clit and sliding deep inside herself to rub the rough patch. In contrast, he had ample documented proof that the little bitch was full of promises but might short on performance when push came to shove in nocturnal activities.He had caught her with her hand inside her panties sniffing the star quarterback’s cleated footgear with her nose buried so deeply inside the foul-scented objects that all he could see was her eyes blinking at him over the shoelaces with lust-crazed abandon. It was a powerful moment for him and he savored it repeatedly in his mind. "Overwhelmed by the deluge of information Jamie could only say, "I'm good Edith and it's good seeing you looking so good. You've hardly changed." Oh foo, you're just being kind Jamie Lauderdale but if you want to be really kind drop by the house while you're in town." I might just do that Edith," Jamie said with a chuckle. She still looked pretty good, he thought."Jamie you should come by late afternoon or evening while you're here. Many of the old regulars are still around. We loss the Major.